Except for Natalie’s weekly photos, 99.9% of all the pictures I take of her are on my iPhone. I’m a big proponent of the idea that the best camera is the one you have on you, so I’m cool with that.
It’s also hard to beat the convenience of it. I have a pro Dropbox account and for $10 a month it automatically (auto-MAGICALLY, really) transfers all of my photos, and keeps them safe and sound in the cloud. Then I can just drag and drop into WordPress or wherever else I want to use the pictures.
Compared to that, using my nice camera (Nikon D300 – it’s a bit dated but we’ve been through a lot together, and more importantly, I don’t have $2,000 to plunk down on a new camera body) is sooooooo haaaaaard.
Gotta make sure the battery is charged. Find the memory card. Do I have the right lens? Am I wearing a giant orange reflector? Ok, all done shooting. Download the card. Transfer to external hard drive. Import to Lightroom, export to Photoshop, edit edit edit. Save. Wrong file format. Crap. WHY IS MY COLOR SPACE SET TO CMYK. GAH.
Screw it, isn’t there an app for that?
But the thing I always forget is how much I love shooting with the nice camera. The rapid-fire click of the shutter that my little-iPhone-that-could will never, ever be able to replicate. The solid feel of it in my hands, and having complete control of all my settings. This thing can handle lighting situations that make the iPhone throw up its hands and say I HAVE NO FLIPPIN’ CLUE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO HERE.
Yes, documenting the everyday is so important, and I will never, ever stop taking pictures with my phone.
But taking the time with the nice camera is worth it. I’m just going to leave these pictures here to remind myself of that.